Shout Outs.

Sometimes I just want to rip your head off. Really. I do. I see myself in one of those Ally McBeal moments in my head where I just bring out a samurai sword and slash you into little sashimi looking things. Yes. Sometimes.

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I hope you really have a bad day. I was asking nicely and you have to go high and mighty on me. Get a grip woman, it's just an e-mail address.


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You have to stop thinking that every song you hear can be related to her or even me. Songs are songs and I guess it's okay if you can relate to them but to just torture yourself and think that every song on the radio is either me, or her and all the hers that were before/after her... that's just plain stupid. You say you want to grow up, well you don't try so you never will.


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Thank you. I see that you are trying to change and I'm really grateful for that. You left me behind (like everyone else) but I don't blame you because you had a legitimate excuse. I know you are trying to make up for things but just so you know... I'm not a lesbian and she's not my girlfriend. In the words of my DJ friend: "I'm so straight that if I go any straighter I might break."


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I hate that fact that I think I love you.


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You could be a little more considerate


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Thanks for being there for me. I owe you my sanity among other things.


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C'mon! I'm still waiting for your call! I don't know about the rules of this game but usually I never call back. For you, my friend, I will make an exemption. I think that it is time for me to call you... Please say your still available! Please! Please! Please!